Fallout Equestria
Broken Steel

Chapter 7: Project K

Blueberry Muffin groaned to herself as she sat in the carriage as it rocked from side to side as it moved. She couldn’t hear what was happening nor could she see as she rode in the carriage. She had been ear muffed and blindfolded to ensure the secrecy of the location of where she was going.

After what seemed like hours the ear muffs and the blindfold were removed. “Bout bloody time” She moaned in a thick Braytish ascent as she blinked several times until her vision came into focus. Applejack was sitting on the seat facing her in the carriage.

“Sorry Blueberry, secrecy is essential for the success of this project”

“Just what exactly are we doing?”

Blueberry looked out of the window of the carriage to see she was now inside someplace. She noticed steel walls outside lined with cables and piping with heavy steel reinforced beams to strengthen the walls. There was a soft click as Applejack opened the door to the carriage.

“Ah’ll show ya” She said as she exited the carriage.

Blueberry nods as she follows the Ministry Mare out of the sealed off garage and into a series of corridors until finally Applejack lead her into the biggest room she has ever seen before in her life. She looked up and she couldn’t believe how high the ceiling was, it was like ten stories high and she couldn’t see the end of the room it was that long.

“Where the hay am I?”

Applejack smiled as she turned around to face Blueberry standing in front of a large metallic structure. “Ah welcome ya to the Hanger” She said as she gestured with a foreleg to the vast expanse of the huge room they stood in.

Blueberry gawked at the sheer size of the place and then her eyes fell on the large structure behind her boss. “And what’s that?”

Applejack smiled as she stepped out of the way. “That is our little project” she smiled as she started to trot towards it.

Blueberry followed close behind, her eyes started to widen the closer she got to the gigantic structure. As she got closer she started to see a resemblance to the shape of a pony with four thick sturdy legs and a head held high.

Blueberry raised a brow as she followed Applejack; the structure was anything but little. “Little? It’s gi-fucking-enormous”

Applejack chuckled as she stopped directly beneath the head. “Well, we are building the ultimate land based weapon here; it has to be large to hold the weapons we have planned for it and to be able to take whatever our enemy can throw at it”

Looking up Blueberry saw a massive multi-barrelled machinegun mounted below the head on its chin. She recognised the design as one of her own designs for a battle saddle. She then looked over to the where its legs joined to the body and above them sat a massive pontoon connected to a pivoting arm to enable it to rotate up and down and slightly side to side.

“Y-y-you managed to super size my Railgun design” Blueberry cried out.

“Ah, yes, but we are having problems. This is why we brought you to the Hanger”

xxxxxx

“What’s wrong with this picture?” Zyon asked staring ahead.

“The… door… is…” Sky Fire started.

“Gone” I finished in complete surprise and shock at what I was seeing.

Sure enough the giant steel cog like door of the Stable was gone, including its locking gear and the mechanical arm that held it in place. It was a big shock as I was expecting to see the door with that hole cut into it.

“How can anypony move that door?” Sky Fire asked as we started to walk through into the Stable. "I mean, it weighs like thirteen tonnes right?"

Once we were inside we noticed the back wall that separated the atrium from the main door was also missing. I looked around the room and began to notice that a lot of the metal, computer consoles and even the door to the maintenance wing were missing. It was like somepony had gutted my Stable.

As we ventured deeper into the stable it was pretty much the same in most of the rooms. Anything useful had been ripped out along with other materials. I was even expecting the dead bodies of the ponies who were murdered here to still be there but they were also gone, all that remained were the blood stains from where they fell.

Most of the stable had been gutted but there was still plenty of the stable intact like most of the living quarters and the reactor room. I was surprised the stable still had functional systems despite how much wiring had been ripped out and the consoles they connected too.

We came to the Overmare’s Office which thankfully still had its door which told me it hadn’t been ripped apart. I pressed my hoof to the door control button and with a soft hiss the door slid up to reveal the office to be in perfect condition but with one item out of place. Sitting on the horseshoe shaped desk is a glowing terminal with enough grime and rust on it that it stuck out like a sore hoof.

Stepping up to it I pressed a key with a hoof to wake it up and moaned when the screen appeared with a shit load of text and numbers.

“Bollocks, it’s encrypted” I moaned looking up from the terminal. “Hey Zyon, think you can hack this?”

“Sure” Zyon said smiling as he approached the terminal. I stepped aside to let him work his magic and looked around the office. It had luckily not been touched; everything was how I left it.

After backing out once from the terminal to be sure it didn’t lock him out, Zyon got the password which was “Princess” he was then given access to it. He stepped aside for me to look at the screen. It held some journal entries. I accessed the messages.

#1: It took us five fucking hours to cut through that damn fucking door and then cut it up into quarters. I lost two of my damn ponies from the three tonne steel fragments falling onto them. This salvage operation better be worth my damn time and my damn ponies.

#2: Motor Runner wants us to take all the necessary equipment and materials we can carry, its not gonna be easy with the Steel Ranger faggots roaming the area but we’ll get it done. Those strange Raiders he sent after we got the door out took care of the bodies in here after his Fiends killed the populace. They were suppose to help us with the savage, not have a buffet.

#3: We have taken almost all we can but that’s enough from here. Those magical vending machines were a bonus, apart from that one in the dinning hall, fucking thing doesn’t work. Anyway, all this shit better be worth it. This Project K he talks about BETTER be worth it. He also better be fucking rich as hell to pay for all this shit.

Well, now I know who is responsible and why. My whole stable was killed just for the materials for this Project K. Goddesses help the bastard when I get my hooves on him. He’s killed my stable, had it gutted for some project and now he’s killed my Steel Ranger chapter. This twat has a lot to answer for.

“Appletart, you ok?” Zyon asked sounding somewhat concerned beside me.

I didn’t realise until then that I was shaking. I was feeling a mixture of emotions, all fighting to take control. I was tired, angry and upset, so no I wasn’t ok.

“Yea, I’m fine” I lied as I got up. “There is nothing we can do right now, we might as well get some sleep”.

We made our way down to the living quarters. Much of the halls had been ripped open where the steel panelling hid the access hatches for the wires and piping behind the concrete walls. Debris of left over wire and pipes littered the floor; half the doors to each of the rooms were missing. Luckily we found a hoofful of rooms that still had their doors so we could have our privacy. I on the other hoof found my quarters, the Overmare’s Living Quarters. I still lived with my mother before this shit happened. I was still just a filly after all.

“Will you be alright on your own?” Sky Fire asked as I stood in front of the door to my mother’s old living quarters.

I nodded without looking at her as my gaze was set on the door in front of me. “I’ll be fine Sky, a good night’s sleep and I’ll be right as rain” I told her as I pressed the door control and with a soft hiss the door slid up. “Good night Sky” I said looking at her to give her a weak smile before I then entered the room and the door closed behind me automatically.

The living room was basically devoid of anything apart from a set of shelves, a dresser and a couch. The ponies who stripped the place must have taken anything valuable as well. I continued to the door that lead to my room and found that it was locked. The bedrooms for the Overmare’s Living Quarters always had magical locks and the fact that they were still locked meant those ponies hadn’t been in my mother’s room or mine. We had special locks, locks that only a unicorn could unlock. Beside the door on the wall was something that looked like a circular keyhole. I lowered my head and pushed my horn into the hole and began to channel my magic into the lock. There was a soft click as the locks disengaged and the door slid up.

I smiled as I looked at my room, just how I left it albeit a bit dustier and a complete mess. It was typical of a filly of my age, I had left books and toys scattered all over the place. Using my magic I disengaged the armour’s locks and stepped out of it and let out a sigh of relief as the tightness around my middle left me. Standing in front of my full length mirror I nodded to myself.

“Yeah, I’m getting too big for my armour” I said to myself as I noticed how much my belly had rounded out over the past couple of months. I was indeed getting too big for my armour. Old memories of my life in the stable started to come back, memories of my bad foalhood, of bullies making fun of me because I’m an albino, memories of being a blank flank and the memories of my mother teaching me everything I needed to know. My eyes started to sting from the tears welling up in them and then I started to cry, I didn’t do anything to hold it back, I just let it all out.

After a few good minutes of crying I felt better than I did for a while now. I whipped my eyes with a hoof to clear my vision and then climbed up onto my bed and lay on my side. I rested my head on my pillow while absentmindedly rubbing a hoof over my pregnant belly. I started to think of the data entries from that terminal and suddenly…

“Hang on a minute, I’ve heard of Project K before” I said loudly to myself as I lifted my head from my pillow.

Now that I think back on it, Project K sounds very familiar. I’m sure I’ve heard or seen that name before. Thinking of where I heard it before a memory surfaced and I remembered my mother giving me an old and I mean OLD book that turned out to be the journal of the first Overmare of Stable 88, the first Blueberry Muffin. I remembered where I put it and with a flash of my horn the old tome floated out of a box at the end of my bed and floated up to me as I shifted to lie on my back with my head resting on the headboard.

I used my magic to gently open the book and I began to read. After flipping through the first several pages I came to an entry that was entitled. “Project K” This was it, maybe now I can find out what this is all about so I began to read the entry.

“I had been sworn to secrecy by Applejack for this project but since I’m in this Stable and that the world has gone to hell in a hoof basket, I guess there isn't much point in hiding it anymore.

There is no point in going around to ponies in here and telling them I had been working on something that could have possibly ended the war as it didn’t matter now, its over, its done.

But I’ve been keeping this fucking thing a secret since I was drafted into working on it and now I just need to get it out of my head so you’ll have to do, get it all down on paper and forget about it.

So, what is Project K? Well it was a secret project devised by Applejack, the Ministry Mare of the Ministry of Wartime Technology. Project Krogoth or Project K as it was commonly referred as, was to create the ultimate war machine, a machine of such power and armour that nothing could fight it and the secrecy was to ensure that nopony, not even the damn zebra scum could make a counter for it. Like those primitive bitches could ever mount to such a thing.

The machine itself was called the Krogoth. It was a gigantic pony shaped machine. I was responsible for its weaponry. The high calibre anti-equine machinegun was for anti-infantry, two Railguns (supersized beyond comprehension) mounted on either side of the machine’s body above its legs and high explosive missile pods mounted to the rear of the Railgun pontoons. Those were its primary weapons. It was also fitted with a secondary weapon system that could change what weapon it would use. It was fitted with either a Disc Grenade Launcher (my own design) or an Anti-Air Railgun. The Krogoth would have been able to call upon either one of them to assist either its machinegun or missiles.

The machine was impressive despite being fucking overkill. What scared me about it was not its sheer size but the fact that it had a Crusader Mainframe and a Spark Reactor, a fucking Stable-Tec issued Spark Reactor as damn powerful as the one that powers this fucking stable. Don’t believe the ponies who tell you there are only three Crusader Mainframes in the world, it’s a lie because a fourth one was put in that fucking thing. Also makes you wonder just many untold secrets are actually out there.

The Krogoth had enough power to power itself, its weapons and even the damn Hanger it was being built in. Well, it doesn’t matter now, the Krogoth was never finished, I had just got its weapons online when the call came out. The machine still needed some of its minor systems connecting, its armour and some other shit I don’t even know about.

I don’t even know where the fuck in Equestria the Hanger is, I was blindfolded and ear muffed going there and leaving. All I hope is that the Hanger and the Krogoth got destroyed. I dread to think of what would have happened if it was finished. With the weapons it had, Dragons, Hydras, Manticores, Ursas and the armies of Equestria and the Zebra Lands wouldn’t be able to wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight. Those Railguns alone would tear anything apart. I wish I never invented the infernal things"

I felt my blood run cold. Motor Runner was planning on resurrecting Project K, the Krogoth. Dear sweet goddesses. He has to be stopped. If he succeeds, all of Equestria, no, the whole world could be at his mercy. With the state of the world as it is now, there would definitely be nothing at all that could stand against the Krogoth.

There was no point in worrying about it now, best thing I can do now is get some sleep.

xxxxx

Motor Runner walked down the ruined streets of Hoofington, heading for the large sports arena which was being used as the Hoofington Reapers home base. The sun was starting to rise over the tall buildings in the Core from the brightness of the cloud curtain over the city. The streets were being lit by the light reflecting off what was left of the many windows still clinging to their frames as he walked down the cracked roads.

His trip after the Infected Stable Raiders was pretty much uneventful and he made it to the city around his estimated time but he still had to go through the winding streets to make it to his destination. He was hoping to meet an old acquaintance at the Arena, somepony who helped him years ago with acquiring his steel hard skin.

“It’s not essential to have one but it would make controlling that machine so much easier” He said to himself as he thought of what he wanted. “I wonder if you know about the Synaptic Link”

Blam!

A bullet whizzed passed his head and embedded into the tarmac in front of him. Motor Runner sighed as he stopped and casually turned his head to look up at the buildings to his right and behind him from where the bullet came from. Sticking out one of the buildings was a long barrel of a sniper rifle, the shooter hidden by shadow, the sniper has his gun aimed at him but seemed to be waiting.

The sound of doors opening on both sides of the street got his attention as a group of well armed ponies dressed in leather and combat armours started to fill the street in front of him. Most carried shotguns and rifles but there was a rather buff looking stallion who wore a battle saddle with twin miniguns mounted on either side.

He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow as the group of ponies pointed their guns at him. “Oh dear, looks like I’m out numbered and out gunned” He said sarcastically.

The leader of the group, the buff stallion with the miniguns stepped forward. “What do you think your doing in our part of the Hoof?” He demanded, keeping those miniguns aimed at him.

“Oh, don’t mind me; I’m only going to the Arena”

“Not anymore, nopony trespasses in our turf”

He closed his eyes and smiled and then chuckled amusedly. This was completely the opposite the minigun armed pony expected.

“What’s so funny?” He asked rather annoyed at Motor Runner’s amused chuckle.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” He asks now looking down at the pony in front of him, staring into him with his dark purple eyes. He didn’t wait for an answer as he flexed his cybernetic foreleg and before anypony could react, he had the blades of the chainsaw right under the pony’s chin. “I am Motor Runner and I am a Reaper”

The pony gulped as he could feel the sharp blades against his throat. The other armed ponies started to fan out to surround Motor Runner, all with their guns aimed at his head. He looked from left to right, seeing the ponies start to surround him and smiled. “Might want to call them off before this gets messy and I really don’t want to ruin my suit”

A soft hum began to emit from the chainsaw foreleg and the blades moved ever so slightly and this convinced the minigun pony who hastily motioned with his tail to his gang to lower their weapons to which they did.

Motor Runner smiled and removed the leg from his chin and retracted only the part at the base of the hoof so he could stand on it while having both the front and back of the leg rimmed with sharp Hellhound Claw teeth.

The pony stepped aside to let the larger pony pass. Motor Runner nodded to him as he passed and started to walk down the street again. He didn’t get more than ten feet before the same sniper fired again, this time striping Motor Runner in the back of the head. To the surprise of the sniper and the gang of ponies who watched the bullet impacted the back of his head, Motor Runner didn’t so much as flinch as the sparks flew from his head and the metal on metal clang echoed down the street. Instead he let out a sigh and turned to face the gang, all of which had looks of complete terror on their faces after seeing him take what would normally be a fatal shot and didn’t die.

“How is that possible, he took a bullet to the head and nothing happened?” One shrieked.

“He’s a monster”

“I was so hoping I didn’t have to kill anypony but you just tried to shoot my in the back, now that’s low, even for you degenerates” Motor Runner sighed as he started to advance on the group.

Most of the gang scattered and ran as he started to move towards the gang again. The leader didn’t even budge from where he stood after letting him pass and the sniper had pulled his gun out from the window and was long gone after seeing his bullet harmlessly ricochet of his head.

“Cowards” Motor Runner groaned as he watched more than half of the gang run away. He focused on the petrified minigun pony and advanced on him; standing up in front of him he raised his foreleg and allowed the rest of the chainsaw to extend out from his hoof.

The pony’s eyes widened in total terror as he watched the leg rise high over his head “No please” he begged but it was no good. Motor Runner brought his leg down, severing the head clean off the pony and just before the headless corpse could spray its blood all over him he used his chainsaw leg to push it over and away from him.

The remaining gang members turned tail and ran after seeing how easily his chainsaw leg sliced through the lead pony. Motor Runner sighed as he watched the rest of the gang run. “Never any pony willing to fight face to face anymore. Everypony is just a coward these days” He says to himself as he retracts his chainsaw and starts to continue onto the Arena.

xxxxx

I was woken up by the sound of knocking on my bedroom door. “Ugh, alright I’m up” I yelled as I sat up in bed and looked over to my dresser which still had my clock on it which was still surprisingly working. “Oh Celestia on a bicycle” I cursed as I saw the time being around midday. I had slept for almost ten hours.

I stepped into my armour and immediately felt the tightness around my middle again. “Ugh, I can’t keep wearing this, I’m getting too fat for it now” I moaned as I stepped back out and looked at my round middle. “What the hay am I suppose to wear now?” I asked myself still looking at my middle.

After a minute of thinking I finally remembered about the armour I found in Stable 112 just after finding out I was pregnant. I opened my armour’s magical storage unit and using my Pipbuk’s inventory sorting spell I quickly found my Maternity Security Armour and pulled it out with my magic. It was like any other security armour but with overlapping armour plating around the middle with sturdy but stretchy material to allow the growing belly to fit inside.

After squirming my way inside the armour it felt like I was wearing my old Stable Suit with the way it felt like it was clinging to me like a second skin but it wasn’t uncomfortable around my middle like the power armour was. I braced myself for a drastic drop in my damage threshold as I know the security armour wasn’t going to be as protective as my power armour. My power armour had a DT or 25 and I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Maternity Security Armour had a DT of 16. Well, I may not be as well protected but it’s higher than what I expected.

I began to dig through my dresser and pulled out a set of magical saddle bags which I strapped to sit against my flanks and started to empty my power armour of the items I carried which by now were mostly ammo and some junk I need to remember to sell. I removed the harness for 'This Machine' and fastened it around my new armour and adjusted the straps to make it sit right on my back and god damn this is a heavy ass weapon. I forgot how much it weighed since the power armour took the weight easily. This is gonna take some getting used to. Finally I put the .357 Revolver from Elder Stanier into one of the holsters on my armour and then slipped Overmare’s Fury into another holster on the other side which thankfully was designed for a shotgun but could also fit the repeater rifle.

After I made sure I had everything, including the journal of my ancestor I opened the door and met my friends in the hall.

“Where’s your armour?” Zyon asked as he saw me leave my quarters without my power armour.

“I’m getting too big for it now, it’ll be safe in there, only I can open that lock to my room” I told him. “At least I hope so” I added in my head.

“Ok, so what’s next?” He asked.

I opened my mouth to say something when suddenly I felt my stomach start doing flips and my mouth filled with saliva, I sign I was about to be sick. "Oh, hang on" I moaned as I bolted for the nearest bathroom which was back in my quarters. I will spare you the details of my puking my guts out into the toilet. After taking a few gulps of fresh water from the tap over the sink I felt better, thank fully.

Zyon and Sky Fire must of heard me as the both looked a bit disturbed. "You alright?" Zyon asked looking like he was about to be sick himself.

"Ugh, yeah, never going to get used to morning sickness" I moaned. Before anything else could be said my stomach designed to protest its emptiness with a loud low growl. I blushed deeply from the sound that filled the hall. "So, who's hungry?"

The Dinner had almost been completely stripped. All that was left was a couple of tables and chairs and only one fridge which was empty. This made Zyon and Sky Fire moan as they thought there was nothing left to eat. I on the other hoof remembered that the ponies that salvaged my stable left the one vending machines that never worked.

“Err, Appletart, that don’t work” Zyon said as he remembered what was in the data entries.

I giggled “Well, they didn’t know how it works, this one was always screwy, and you just need to know what to say” I told him as I stood in front of it. I giggled again as I looked at the zony “Go on, ask it for something”

Zyon shrugged and stepped up to its screen which displayed what it was programmed to give out. After he saw something he wanted he moved his muzzle to the vending machine microphone.

“Hay pancake”

After a minute a bucket appeared in the hole where the items you asked for were magically created.

Zyon raised a brow with a not so amused look on his face which I couldn’t help but start laughing at.

“That’s why they say it doesn’t work” I said after I calmed down. “Its inventory system is fucked; you just have to know what to ask for”

“Alright then smart ass, you do it” He said completely not amused.

I stepped forward. “Chicken soup” I asked for and after a minute a plate of hay poptarts appeared with strawberry sauce squirted over them, cooked and ready to eat. I used my magic to pull the plate out.

We all settled on having the hay poptarts, though I settled for having about three extra plates worth and we sat at one of the tables as we began to eat. While we ate I explained what I found out last night regarding this Project K and what I believed Motor Runner was planning on doing by stripping this stable of all its useful tech.

“Holy goddesses, does he really have that thing?” Sky Fire asked shocked at my description of the Krogoth.

“It sounded like it from those entries and I highly doubt there was another Project K”

“So, what are we suppose to do about it?” Zyon asked.

“Well we gotta stop him; if that thing becomes operational I don’t think there will be anything that will stop him. Not even the Enclave”

“How are going to do that, we don’t even know where the hell this Hanger is”

“That’s a good point, we can’t do anything unless we have a lead and you said that your great, great, great, great, great, great grandmother or whatever had no idea where it was either”

“True but there was one mare who knew exactly where it was, and that was Applejack. I think our best bet would be to go to a Ministry of Technology hub and search it. I’m sure Applejack would have had something about it on her computers or maybe something out in plain sight that could have been codenamed to mean something else”

“Well, it’s a start; I really don’t like the sound of that thing”

“Where is the nearest hub?”

I raised my Pipbuck and turned it to its world map screen and zoomed out enough to see the nearest places. I moaned at the distance to the nearest place that would likely have a hub, Manehattan.

“It looks like Manehattan is our best bet but that’s quite a walk from here” I answered.

“Well, at least we have a heading” Sky Fire said as she stood up with Zyon.

“Lets go stop this thing” I said standing up and we all started to leave.

We had a quest now, a drive to stop a mad pony from unleashing a pre-bomb weapon on the wasteland. We all knew from the description made by my ancestor that if this thing was to be activated. All of Equestria and even the whole world would be in danger of its firepower. I just hope that two hundred years of being untouched has crippled it long enough for us to find it.

xxxxx

Motor Stood in the stands of the large arena after making his way up into the main building. He scanned the stands for a pony, a pony he was looking for. He stood out from the crowd around him. Being taller than most ponies and most likely being one of the most well dressed and groomed ponies. It wasn’t long before ponies started to notice him that he was approached by a pony wearing combat armour with plenty of scars to tell he had been through a lot.

“Hey, you’re Motor Runner, right?” He asked with a grumble as he was forced to look up at the tall pony.

Motor Runner just looked down with his eyes. “That I am” He said returning his eyes to look out to the crowd.

“Good, I’ve been waiting to challenge you for a while now” He said which quickly got the crowds attention.

Motor Runner sighed; he knew he couldn’t refuse a challenge as it would result in him loosing his status. “Fine”

It didn’t take long for a path to clear to a dome of chain link fencing that made up the battle cage. The interior of the cage was lined with weapons, all unarmed or melee type weapons. There were also some medkits and other boxes that were unmarked which held surprises. Some of the weapons and all the boxes had coloured locks on them, during a battle the crowd are given coloured keys to which they can offer to either combatant to aid them if they wished.

As Motor Runner and his challenger stepped into the cage its door closed to lock them inside while a commentator pony climbed up to the top of the cage and stood in the middle looking down into the cage at the two combatants.

“Ladies and Gentlecolts, we have a surprise today in the Dome” He called using his unicorn magic to amplify his voice so he could be heard over the cheering crowd.

“On this side we have that terror from down south, Slasher Cortez” He called while gesturing a hoof to the challenger who stood on one side of the dome opposite from Motor Runner. There was a fare few cheers when his name was called out.

“And on this side, we have the cybernetic menace from only fuck knows, Reaper Motor Runner” When his name was called out, barely any pony cheered since Motor Runner kept a low profile and was barely around Hoofington, not many ponies knew who he was.

The commentator looked down to Motor Runner. “Since you have an advantage with your chainsaw, you are forbidden to use it, only the weapons available on the walls of the cage can be used, is that understood?” He asked still broadcasting his voice over the crowd.

Motor Runner just took off his suit and hung it up on a hook that was sticking out of the cage wall and gave the commentator a dirty look that made him shrink back.

There was sound of bell ring which signalled the start of the match, the crowd cheering for violence as Cortez dived to the wall behind him and yanked a broad sword off the wall. It was rusty but still looked sharp. As Motor Runner passed a bladed weapon he felt a magical sensation from it and he realised the weapons had been enchanted, it looks like this will be a fair fight after all.

The two ponies began to circle each other and sizing each other up. A pony in the crowd cries out for blood and Cortes began to gallop towards his opponent with his blade grinding against the floor as he charged for Motor Runner. When he felt he was close enough he pulled his head back to swing the sword up to slice at his neck but Motor Runner stepped back in time to narrowly let the blade miss.

“Ohh, so close” Remarked the commentator.

Motor Runner and Cortez circled again before he charged at Motor Runner again with the blade out in front of him; he gripped the sword tightly in his mouth as he was going to try and impale Motor Runner. Motor Runner simply stepped to the side as Cortez passed and swung his cybernetic leg like a club to hit him in the back of the neck which made his opponent drop the sword and fall flat on his face from the strong hit.

“Ohh, that gotta hurt folks”

The battle became a laughingstock as Cortez kept attempting to slash at the larger pony only for him to dodge and then clobber him in the back of the head with his cybernetic leg. The crowd maybe amused but Motor Runner was getting impatient at Cortez’s persistence.

“Give it up Cortez, I’m out of your league and you are wasting my time with this pointless bout” Motor Runner says standing over the pony who was clutching the back of his head which was now giving him the worst headache he’s ever felt.

Cortez didn’t listen as he quickly dived forward to the dome wall and grabbed a sickle with his mouth and dived back towards Motor Runner, his face twisted in pure hate and anger from being made a laughingstock. Motor Runner shook his head and used his strong legs to leap directly over Cortez who missed him. As soon as he landed he reared up on his forelegs to lift his rear and gave Cortez a strong double hoof buck with his hind legs which made the battered pony sail across the dome and crash into the wall of the cage on the other side.

Motor Runner trots over the crumbled body of his opponent who was struggling to get back to his hooves. He placed his cybernetic hoof onto the head of Cortez and starts to apply pressure, pushing down against it. Cortez starts to scream as the weight on his head gradually got worse and the pain sky rocketing. He reaches out with a leg and taps the ground as hard as he could three times to signal the forfeit

To Cortez’s relief he feels the weight lift from his head as Motor Runner noticed him tapping out. “You were a foal to challenge me in the first place” He said as he turned around to retrieve his suit from the hook he left it on.

“There you have it folks, another flawless win by the Cybernetic terror that is Motor Runner” Shouts the commentator. “And yet another humiliating defeat for his opponent, tough luck Cortez”

The door opened and Motor Runner didn’t wait for congratulations, if any and went back on his search for his old acquaintance. The crowd started to laugh as the injured Cortez exited and tried to hide his shame from the ponies who saw him fail.

Standing back up at the top of the stands looking down at the large crowd of ponies Motor Runner continued to look for his acquaintance. “Where are you Sanguine?”

(Author notes: Re-read and modified where needed, thanks for reading)